The wisdom was right, however-going faster makes a powerboat easier to steer, but in this case, it also might have made it easier for the fiberglass repairman to retire early. So instead of throttling up, I energized the bow thruster. Then, using just enough diesel and reverse gear to control my drift - the current was 3 mph from astern - I headed for the slot. With the barge to port and the bridge abutment to starboard, a current-generated whirlpool grabbed the rudders and tossed the stern aside. I touched the joystick, straightened out, and slid through slicker than poop through a goose.